|A Dark Blessing
Author: CostumeForAGutterball PM
Destined to my path, I, a solitary wanderer travel blithely through this life, never seeming to stay, while those around me busy themselves in the company of falsehoods. In a way, I envy them their company, distrustful as it may turn out to be...'MERated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Words: 353 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 12-17-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2292060
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†A Dark Blessing†
Seeing things others cannot. Filled with an abundance of knowledge many never learn. Destined to my path, I, a solitary wanderer travel blithely through this life, never seeming to stay, while those around me busy themselves in the company of falsehoods. In a way, I envy them their company, distrustful as it may turn out to be, for they do not know the grief of a weary traveler. They also do not know the vast joys of the wandering one. I am tied to no-one; nothing, but alone I venture through life, stumbling across a few aquaintances and basking in their company for a short while. I have not travelled this road as long as others like me, but already grow tired and seem to slow my pace as I walk through the bramble and briar. I have always known I would be solitary, but only of late have I considered this prospect further. A large part of me wants to find my other half, to meet the one who is hinted at in the shadows. Should I bother though? What if the figure I see from the corner of my eye is uncatchable? I pause, but realize that I had better keep moving, because the light in front of me flickers with the promise of a great resting place. So begins my journey again, this time, I fear I will loose myself deep within the mists that cover the road. If I venture through these mists, will I ever reach the other side? Is there another side to reach? I am searching for my land of milk and honey, but am currently finding vast stretches of desert before me, waiting impatiently to be crossed. I am hesitant. I fear the sand will fall from beneath my steps, and I will be swallowed in the great mouth of sand, which chokes every scream I make in vain. I don't know what will happen, and I am approaching the mists with a steady pace. They loom in the immediate future, and I can't take my eyes from them...